Tom Goodman
Bachelor of Fine Arts (Photography)
My first boyfriend was a boy with rhythm. Our lives were full of miracles. His name was Craig and his dad was in jail. I cried every time someone made fun of him for it. Before him was Sarah's brother, he was murdered after he tried to protect a stripper from a guy who was harassing her in the parking lot of the club. The first time my heart sank was when I heard him punch a hole in the kitchen wall breaking his hand. I still have his Calvin Klein shirt but it's not the same anymore. I miss coffee with Tommy.